The Death We Speak Of

You know I'm from another fukin planet My blood filled with rage and my head spins manic Murder fuckin tracks I'm automatic I might just go in and uh I can't expose finna wreak havoc Like mother fucker watch your back These bitches know EVRHTHING you on the map How bout you look the next time you sit back Observing the birds but you live in the past Like motherfucker watch your phone Motherfucker what you know Motherfucker no one know That's why I'm alone Still tryna find home These bitches don't know The death the pain the killing around us Break the chains the feeling is groundless Grip the grain the fears the flame of fame The rain pouring onto your name bitch you know the game Fuckin shame I'm insane I'm blow ya brains uh Know my ways And I'm on a mission no minimum wage Feeling the rage up Feel amazed on em Raised up f*ck ya lane up F*ck ur feeling what you say uh Whats going on inside my mind feel like I've been gone too long Doing everything everyone told me just to learn that I live life wrong F*ck verbatims and a ultimatum Cuz my head really is too strong Get a fresh page then I hop on a stage in my mind let my thoughts fill songs One false move I can lose everything It's scary looking at it now can carry anything Consequences varying Fear it it the very thing That's at my door like lemme in I never let get me in I've been observing Enemies lurking I play the track and then reverse it I break the surface Motherfuckers really want the dirt bitch Like I ain't heard bitch You ain't the motherfucjin first bitch Thanks for the service I'm coming for the crown Like what the f*ck is going on And as I look around I see the evil draining You peoples will to live Hypnotizing and blinding you since you been little kid I never walked amongst you motherfuckers I'm alien Can't talk to much about it yeah they hearing in Bitch I Handle my business I light the candles forgiveness I kill the beat till I finish Got Murder problems a sickness He witness you witness I finna set records like guiness bitch A curse and a gift at the same but you call it illness bitch F*ck it up hit it up Let em up Leave em up Feed em up I feed em up Don't you keep me up I need the lows to fill me up Fill me up F*ck it up I hit it up like what the fjck Let my lyrics represent my mind And that's why I switch up my fukin flow all the time Like I don't even know what I'm thinking like half the time Like ain't no fukin words just feeling all the lies Motherfucker I'm a sensation But bitches still play me like PlayStation I'm Paranoid on a daily basis And death been showing its ugly faces But it don't phase me Peter Piper picked a pickled pepper from the leave my lighter lost a lotta gasolina Catching all this smoke you know I gotta re up And I ain't want it for lust I mean I want it love I don't wanna hurt you more Get lost for nothing Lost energies lost emotions Lost epiphanies Lost they minds The loss is getting to me First fall over Cross the dough for show Bruh Lost the most but still don't learn to show bruh Like a king cobra I learn to stand up And what they educating everyone is just a stand up I go and feel like everyone's vibes to get me fanned up I hate it what im feeling like really must I surrender While everybody keep on feeding in To the feed they in Looking at shit they don't fukin have to rub the feeling in Leaving them dead and worthless without any feeling then Exposing them to everything that we can call fear and then Motherfuckers become crack addicts Motherfuckers become trash addicts Motherfuckers lose all their power in themselves go ahead n laugh it Start to form all them bad habits Im a fukin turtle y'all some bad rabbits I don't give a F*ck about past habits I already told y'all I'm a rap addict